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Somehow, I wound up back at my apartment. I figured I might as well spend the last week of my life in a place full of Morgan and Danny memorabilia. Nobody was there except for this really hot guy. He was on my phone. Correction: his phone. I assumed that he lived here now. That was sad considering that it meant there would be not Morgan and Danny memorabilia here anymore. I tiptoed over to him and then remembered that I was invisible. I figured I should have some fun with my last week. I screamed in his ear.

“Holy shit! Dude I gotta go.” He hung up and whipped around. I started giggling. Obviously he had heard me. That made this all the more fun.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Wait a minute. He could see me?!?

“Can you see me?” My voice was full of longing.

“See you, hear you, lady how did you get in my house?”

“It’s not your house. It’s mine. Well was mine. And Danny’s” My voice wavered. I had not wanted to discuss Danny.

“Well then why are you here?” He was still confused.

“It’s complicated.”

“Try me.”

“Well see I used to live here with Danny,” I stuttered over his name and continued. “But then we got in this fight and I went for a run and got hit by a car and now I’m just a ghost, a spirit.”

“Okay. You stay right there while I make a phone call.”

“I’M NOT FUCKING CRAZY MORON!!!!”

“Yeah. You just think you’re a ghost. That screams ‘I’m normal!!’”

“I’m doing this wrong.” I muttered. Then I stuck my hand out, the ultimate challenge.

“My name is Morgan.”

He went to shake my hand, his eyes still cautious. His hand fell right through mine. I looked down at my hand. Then back to his eyes with a wistful smile.

“Told you so.”

He stumbled backwards.